Yet another birthday... (December 10th, 1979)
Rolls around and here I am stuck in the house doing nothing. No friends to help celebrate it or lavish me with gifts (not that is or ever will be necessary). The only one I know that I kept track of from high school was busy doing a local church production of the Christmas story. Those of who I know online, at least half weren't around off, doing other things. Those who were around or online paid no attention to me and I only got 2 IMs from folks I haven't even chatted to for a while wishing me Happy Birthday. The one webforum I am a member of that announces those who have birthdays puts a post up announcing mine and I get no replies to it.
My family is either busy with other things or too far away to help. Father had a car event that was booked 3 months in advanced that he desperately needed to do to help alievate the stress that had built up during the month of November. This being caused by the 16 month cycle of shutting down a nuclear power plant to refuel and repair any damaged parts in the intervening time. Of my uncles and aunts they either all live too far away (one lives in Masschuetteus, another in Alabama, and some in Virgina) or they were sick to take notice (the one that lives 2 hours away), the one in MA at least calls to wish me a happy birthday. My brother is enjoying his new found married life and getting over a cold but at least he is able to call me and wish me well which I am grateful for. That only left me home with my mother, and she has me sent off to get the groceries and then at least helps me cook my special dinner (we had seafood: shrimp and scallops).
While doing the grocery shopping I get my hand almost crushed in a freezer door and then almost couldn't get the credit/debit card scanner to work to pay for them. Needless to say this was not one of my better birthdays and hardly the joyous celebration I thought it might be. It is a time like this that makes me thing of the main character in the movie "Its A Wonderful Life" I could disappear off the planet like he did and unlike how the movie went, I would have not made a difference what so ever to anyone around me.
I realize the older you get the less 'special' your birthday seems to be and more forthcoming your step into death's door. Having folks you know and consider your friends though not even paying you any mind on that day (even if it is to just say Happy Birthday) really hurts to the core it seems. It only seems to prove that while you consider them a friend they don't seem to consider you anything but a faceless nobody.
I am sorry for those who might read this and take offense but I just had though that on the day of my birth I would be treated with a bit more respect that folks usually get upon it. Yes I realize this is also written an hour into the day after it. Those of you who might be curious to know I am now 27.
My family is either busy with other things or too far away to help. Father had a car event that was booked 3 months in advanced that he desperately needed to do to help alievate the stress that had built up during the month of November. This being caused by the 16 month cycle of shutting down a nuclear power plant to refuel and repair any damaged parts in the intervening time. Of my uncles and aunts they either all live too far away (one lives in Masschuetteus, another in Alabama, and some in Virgina) or they were sick to take notice (the one that lives 2 hours away), the one in MA at least calls to wish me a happy birthday. My brother is enjoying his new found married life and getting over a cold but at least he is able to call me and wish me well which I am grateful for. That only left me home with my mother, and she has me sent off to get the groceries and then at least helps me cook my special dinner (we had seafood: shrimp and scallops).
While doing the grocery shopping I get my hand almost crushed in a freezer door and then almost couldn't get the credit/debit card scanner to work to pay for them. Needless to say this was not one of my better birthdays and hardly the joyous celebration I thought it might be. It is a time like this that makes me thing of the main character in the movie "Its A Wonderful Life" I could disappear off the planet like he did and unlike how the movie went, I would have not made a difference what so ever to anyone around me.
I realize the older you get the less 'special' your birthday seems to be and more forthcoming your step into death's door. Having folks you know and consider your friends though not even paying you any mind on that day (even if it is to just say Happy Birthday) really hurts to the core it seems. It only seems to prove that while you consider them a friend they don't seem to consider you anything but a faceless nobody.
I am sorry for those who might read this and take offense but I just had though that on the day of my birth I would be treated with a bit more respect that folks usually get upon it. Yes I realize this is also written an hour into the day after it. Those of you who might be curious to know I am now 27.